[Football] Anti-system

Chapter 10 Dead Line

The players in red in the dressing room at Old Trafford just won the game against Blackburn 4-1. They are waiting for Ferguson Ferguson to come back after a brief press conference to order tomorrow's training. It is also possible that they There will be a short half-day holiday.

Wayne Rooney, who didn't wear his shooting boots for the whole game, turned on the TV worriedly. The game on TV was Chelsea's away game against Watford not long after the start.

Few of the players still immersed in the joy of 4-1 cast their eyes on the TV. They are now the top of the standings.

Chelsea is nothing.

It was almost half an hour before Sir Alex came back.

After briefly emphasizing the precautions, Ferguson asked the players to disband on the spot and gave them half a day off.

But many players are not moving, and the game on TV has entered the No. 80 minutes.

Alan Smith held his breath.

Wayne Rooney also looked a little nervous.

Rio Ferdinand raised his head and his eyes were bright.

Gary Neville couldn't help standing up.

Ferguson shook his head, but also sat down.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who was just about to say something to Sir Alex Ferguson, stroked his hair in bewilderment, and looked at the TV inexplicably.

Chelsea and Watford, bottom of the league standings, fought for eight full 10 minutes without scoring.

Ronaldo can't understand what's so interesting about it.

He just felt that the fans on the TV were so loud that he couldn't even hear what they were shouting.

This game is really ugly, bus against bus, iron barrel against iron barrel.Lo and behold, the cameras were so overwhelmed that they didn't want to take pictures of the stadium, and started to take pictures of the female fans in the stands.

No... wait, is this really your average Chelsea female fan?This should be the wife of a certain player, right?

Cristiano expressed doubts repeatedly: The quality of this side face is too high, right?Is the skin too white?The eyes are too pretty, right?

Although I don't know why I shaved my head bald, but she looks very beautiful, with a neutral and heroic look, and her eyelashes are exaggerated.

Cristiano gestured with his finger twice and couldn't help but be amazed.

She is so beautiful, this "wife" is probably a Hollywood actress, especially the eyes.

He thought it was dark blue just now, but he didn't expect it to look a little purple.

Cristiano even felt that "she" was not a real person. Can any player really have such a beautiful wife?

"Chris?"

The England internationals who were paying attention didn't notice his strangeness. Only Rooney raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Are you okay?"

"What? What can I do?"

Cristiano turned around suspiciously.

"...but you have a nosebleed."

Rooney's eyes flicked back and forth between the TV and Cristiano's face: "It's not what I thought it was?"

His tone was so strange that Cristiano froze: "What?"

The TV camera was also zoomed out, and Cristiano realized that "she" was not a female fan or a member of the wag group.

He is the substitute that the background voice keeps talking about!

cheated!

It turned out to be a man!

"What are you thinking, you're bleeding on the pitch..."

Cristiano gritted his teeth and quibbled: "It must be because too many capillaries have ruptured!"

Rooney shrugged and ignored him: "Well, say what you want. After all, you didn't have a nosebleed on a man, right?"

"of course not!"

Mourinho was a little worried.

Four strikers.

Frankly he didn't want Scorpius to play, he wasn't the best choice in his mind.

But Drogba and Sheva have already run the whole field, and their energy has already dropped significantly.

Kalou headed the ball high, and he was a little disappointed in him.

Seeing that there is still no possibility of cracking Foster's Wuzhishan, Mourinho couldn't help but look for Abramovich.

The chairman of Chelsea looks terrible, and Mourinho knows that there have been rumors that Abramovich will dismiss him recently.

Abu's dark face looked a little scary.

But how is that possible, Chelsea are the defending champions of the Premier League, and they still have the possibility of four crowns.Abu won't let him dismiss get out of class.

But if they draw again or lose this round of the league, it's hard to say what Abramovich will think.

Now he needs a young and extremely aggressive player to break the stalemate on the court.

So when he looked back at his bench, he met the expectant eyes of the Northern Irishman.

Hope he is right.

[Assist or score with the full moon scimitar, if you fail, you will be obliterated]

Scorpius bit his back teeth, shook hands with Drogba on the field, and whispered "header" when passing by.

He will pass the header to Drogba.

The noise from the fans on the pitch is terrifying, especially when he catches the ball.

There was screaming and clapping and even whistling.Scorpius couldn't help being a little afraid that Drogba didn't hear his voice at all just now.

He took a deep breath, tried to ignore these voices, and looked around to observe the situation on the court.

Drogba was approaching the penalty area in every possible way, and there were two people on Sheva's side watching.

In the 85th minute, Wright Phillips tackled in the backcourt, and the ball fell back to the hands of the Blues.

The black and white ball is moving quickly under the feet of the Chelsea players. They have not given up yet. They are the Blues and they will never give up.

The ball was passed to Lampard's feet. Lampard quickly looked around and passed the ball to Skopi, who was not far away from him and was unmarked.

"Now that the ball is at Scorpius' feet, Terry and Kalou, who are some distance away from him, are followed by Watford players. What is he going to do with the ball... the pass!"

Scorpius's purple eyes flashed slightly, he roughly estimated his position, raised his leg without hesitation, and sent the ball to the enemy's penalty area with a big kick.

Everyone knows that the scary thing about Beckham is his long pass. The cleverness of his pass is not that people are looking for the ball, but the ball is looking for someone.

Scorpius has learned a lot from him. With his terrible sense of smell and repeated calculations and exercises, his passing skills are even comparable to that of Beckham, who has been associated with him for a long time and has always been called a genius.

The ball drew a curved arc in mid-air, and when it was close to Drogba, it fell quickly and found Drogba's head accurately.

Drogba is the best center forward in the Premier League, his header can always cut off the last hope of the goalkeeper.

Mourinho clenched his hands silently, he thought the goal would definitely be scored.

"Keep your eyes open! Oh my God! Drogba was unguarded, he jumped up as if he knew Scorpius would give him a long pass, and now the defenders who arrived couldn't stop him ! Drogba's header!"

"Oh!!"

In the exclamation, Drogba's header was ruthlessly confiscated by the Watford goalkeeper.

The fans let out a sigh of regret.

"Watford's goalkeeper Foster is simply...a godlike prediction and save today. He saved Watford. I don't know if Manchester United will choose to buy Foster back in the summer window. His performance today is worth it. A contract."

Lawrence shook his head and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The long facsimile of this kind of ball finding is so beautiful that the director couldn't help but replay it again.

Drogba shook his head regretfully and ran over to touch Scorpius' short cut. The pass was so comfortable.

But it's a pity that the goalkeeper on the opposite side is simply superb today.

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